When I reached the age of 5, my mother would pull my curtains closed, make sure all the lights were off, and as soon as I had settled into bed with whatever snack she deemed appropriate (carrots, celery, etc.) designed to keep me quiet for a little while, she would shut the door to, leaving a tiny crack where I could hear their voices chatting and laughing or the sound of the TV playing in the background. Little light filtered its way through the turn of the hallway into the bedroom I shared with my older sisters and I remember often feeling sad and hurt, from being disposed of in such a manner.
I don’t remember the exact date when I started knowing they were there, but I know I was between 5 and 6 years old. I remember the bedrooms so clearly; my father custom built our home over the years and the bedrooms were large with large, double deep closets. One night it started; my closets filled up with people who were all staring at me. I would feel them and see them in my mind when I closed my eyes. I knew they were longing for something, but I was unaware of what they were wanting. They were not disfigured or horrifically wounded, rather they were just perfectly normal – except they were all staring at me, crammed into the closets. Some nights there would only be about 20 but other nights it seemed as if there were a great many more. Some nights they would just stand in the closet, but on other nights one or two would creep around to kneel at my bedside with their head level to mine and just stare at me. I was always careful to be fully covered by the blankets for I was afraid of what would happen if I they reached out to touch me.
Eventually, I would yell for my mother to come into the room. I would babble that the people in the closet were staring at me and would not stop and she would just stare at me. Most nights she would check the curtains were pulled tight (they always were) and say that I was silly and that it was just the light from the kitchen causing the handles on the closets to twinkle, so she would then shut the door completely so I was surrounded by darkness.
This routine continued until I was around 7 years old – I stopped noticing them at that point, but now I know I blocked them out of my vision.Archangel Michael explained to me during one conversation that even as a small child my connection to him vibrated strongly into the ether, so discarnates (dead people) would flock to me hoping that I would be able to help them leave this plane of existence. As an adult that provided some small amount of comfort that they were not just trying to tortured me by standing and staring at me all night.
In 2001, I discovered my elder daughter at 9 years of age tying things around her closet door knobs to keep them shut, and realized that like me they also could see dead people. At that point I began to teach my children to protect themselves, but that soon grew to teaching others who also could see and feel them.
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